I'm sick of being sick of everything
deep red, it burns a hole into my skull
original right? four in the morning, I bet you're crying now
you alienate your friends and revere drug abuse
how ******* original
39, 40, 41, only son, nothing done, faulty one
63, 64, 65, tricky lives, slicker knives, I'm sick, I lie
98, 99, 100, and I dread, and how red, I'm brain dead
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
I'm sick of being sick of everything
deep red, it burns a hole into my skull
original right? four in the morning, I bet you're crying now
you alienate your friends and revere drug abuse
how ******* original
39, 40, 41, only son, nothing done, faulty one
63, 64, 65, tricky lives, slicker knives, I'm sick, I lie
98, 99, 100, and I dread, and how red, I'm brain dead
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